Out there, where the cold
gives your lungs a taste of sky,
a whole canon might be had
for a fraction of the cost
of these gothic letters
on a desert-pale parchment.
Life sentences.
Stones burning holes
up through the snow.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
I see you’ve been thinking about those inscribed poems….
And monks/hermits, yes.
I love this, Dave. Thank you.
Thanks for the comment. I’m glad to hear that it worked for you.